Reason to Hate

Haelvia held her hand out as she ran, Gaheris matching the motion. She wasn't going to make it in time. 

But then... Lancelot dropped low, planting a flaming elbow into the bear's gut. In a smooth motion, he grabbed hold of the red and white armor's wrist and pulled its arm close. 

Haelvia watched in disbelief as the smaller armor shifted its weight... and rolled the massive bear over its shoulder, sending it into the ground with a thunderous crash. 

A soft, but deep chuckling came out of Gaheris' interface. Tychon-- he... he was fine. 

"Hm. Haha..." The handsome youth smiled, "I very much like the way you call my name. I'd like to hear it much more tonight."

As he was speaking, Lancelot straddled the fallen bear's chest and began to hammer down onto its snout and chest with fiery fists. 

Gaheris slowed his steps as Haelvia breathed a deep-- if exasperated sigh of relief... 

"Your answer, Elle?" Tychon asked.